Dreamin Songtext
von Bobby Fishscale

Had to pinch myself ′cause I thought that I was dreamin'
You know what I′m sayin', nigga?
(CarlPaul)
Yeah
(Load it up, Carl)

I had to pinch myself 'cause I thought that I was dreamin′
Gotta keep a 40 on me ′cause these niggas schemin'
My soul fucked up, deep down I′m a demon
It's a dirty game, I don′t think that they can clean it
I came from City Trend, now I'm shoppin′ at Neimans
Keep that fake love over there, I don't need it
Catch me in the county, get my tray, I don't eat it
I can cook real good, but what I′m cookin′, you can't eat it


Whole lot of junkies and a whole lot of crack rocks
Thirteen, used to keep rocks in a matchbox
Used to get a bass and rental, use it for a hotbox
Niggas from the other side always used to cock block
I remember me and Young chippin′ on our first block
Meat and cheese, fucked up when he showed us how to re-rock
Mama beefin' with me, say I done burned up her good pot
I′m in LA with the vibes, smokin' on that good pot

I had to pinch myself ′cause I thought that I was dreamin'
Gotta keep a 40 on me 'cause these niggas schemin′
My soul fucked up, deep down I′m a demon
It's a dirty game, I don′t think that they can clean it
I came from City Trend, now I'm shoppin′ at Neimans
Keep that fake love over there, I don't need it
Catch me in the county, get my tray, I don′t eat it
I can cook real good, but what I'm cookin', you can′t eat it

I think that I′m cursed
Prison supposed to make you better, but it made me worse
My brother closed casket, all I seen was the hearse
Hit the tuck game, money out of mama purse
That's why I go so hard, every line, every verse
I talk so much pain, when I rap, my soul hurt
I had to pinch myself, I thought that it was fake
I went to Roc Nation and I signed the same day
I met Shari P, I really met Jay
They really see it in me, know I′m real and I ain't fake


I had to pinch myself ′cause I thought that I was dreamin'
Gotta keep a 40 on me ′cause these niggas schemin'
My soul fucked up, deep down I'm a demon
It′s a dirty game, I don′t think that they can clean it
I came from City Trend, now I'm shoppin′ at Neimans
Keep that fake love over there, I don't need it
Catch me in the county, get my tray, I don′t eat it
I can cook real good, but what I'm cookin′, you can't eat it